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writing_shadowsThe chill of Winter sank deep into Snowflake’s heart and soul as Eli died in her arms. She flung herself across his body and wept uncontrollably as her heart shattered. If she had thought earlier that she knew pain when their Heartsoath broke she was wrong. This, this was true pain.
A little while later Ellianne brought her a cup of tea and Snowflake drank it but barely tasted it. She would rather Ellianne had given her poison to drink. She hadn’t stopped touching Eli since his death even although the warmth had long since left his system. The flesh of his body was now just as cold as the glass. Snowflake didn’t care. She simply stared at him and held him and willed him back with all the passion within her but to no avail.
After requesting that Eli be embalmed and brought back to her for burial, Snowflake was reluctantly persuaded to leave his body behind and return home. Ellianne took her back to the flat and the Shadowsoul’s fingers trembled as she turned the key in the lock. Eli’s hedgebeast, Gwin, would be waiting for news of his master. Stepping into the flat she barely registered Ellianne’s gentle and sympathetic farewell as she closed the door behind her and sank to her knees.
Gwin came trotting up to her. One look at her face and he was right up beside her, nuzzling at her comfortingly. “Snowflake? Where Eli?”
“Eli dead” she whispered. Gwin jumped up onto her shoulders and tried to comfort her but she just sat on the floor in the dark and stared unseeingly into the gloom of the flat. There was rarely much light on in the flat out of respect for her nature as Shadowsoul.
Gwin coaxed her into the lounge where she staggered on seeing one of Eli’s shirts. The sleeve was sticking out from under one of the sofa cushions and she reached for it with trembling fingers. She inhaled his scent and sank onto the sofa, her gaze wide and unseeing as she gripped the shirt.
Late into the night she stayed on the sofa, rocking back and forth sightlessly. Moonlight fell on the ring that Eli had made for her but Snowflake didn’t see it. Gwin watched her with alarm in his eyes but could do little to alleviate her grief. She neither ate nor drank nor spoke.
The next day, when she didn’t turn up for work, Frake came to the flat.
A little while later Ellianne brought her a cup of tea and Snowflake drank it but barely tasted it. She would rather Ellianne had given her poison to drink. She hadn’t stopped touching Eli since his death even although the warmth had long since left his system. The flesh of his body was now just as cold as the glass. Snowflake didn’t care. She simply stared at him and held him and willed him back with all the passion within her but to no avail.
After requesting that Eli be embalmed and brought back to her for burial, Snowflake was reluctantly persuaded to leave his body behind and return home. Ellianne took her back to the flat and the Shadowsoul’s fingers trembled as she turned the key in the lock. Eli’s hedgebeast, Gwin, would be waiting for news of his master. Stepping into the flat she barely registered Ellianne’s gentle and sympathetic farewell as she closed the door behind her and sank to her knees.
Gwin came trotting up to her. One look at her face and he was right up beside her, nuzzling at her comfortingly. “Snowflake? Where Eli?”
“Eli dead” she whispered. Gwin jumped up onto her shoulders and tried to comfort her but she just sat on the floor in the dark and stared unseeingly into the gloom of the flat. There was rarely much light on in the flat out of respect for her nature as Shadowsoul.
Gwin coaxed her into the lounge where she staggered on seeing one of Eli’s shirts. The sleeve was sticking out from under one of the sofa cushions and she reached for it with trembling fingers. She inhaled his scent and sank onto the sofa, her gaze wide and unseeing as she gripped the shirt.
Late into the night she stayed on the sofa, rocking back and forth sightlessly. Moonlight fell on the ring that Eli had made for her but Snowflake didn’t see it. Gwin watched her with alarm in his eyes but could do little to alleviate her grief. She neither ate nor drank nor spoke.
The next day, when she didn’t turn up for work, Frake came to the flat.
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